User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-32303-20121113174108/@comment-25220117-20121113180459

''Morning had previously gone on as usual for the tough old Colonel Billyoh. He had awoken late, combed and waxed his whiskers while traditionally wishing he could live up to his great-grandsire's name as he looked at the scarred, graying face in the mirror, ate a few scones and cold mint tea the cook had saved for him, apprehended two leverets boxing in the hallway and punished them, and had strolled outside to watch maneuvers. As he stood, his eyes watching the newest recruits as they trained, the sea breeze blowing gently in his face, his ears caught the wild yell of his badgerlady. Immediately he rushed inside, commanding all officers to ready the troops through instinct-This was fated to be no normal day. Few times did Lady Whytestreak give the war cry, and it was often heralded by dire times indeed. Not bothering to knock, the old veteran loped into the badger's quarters, giving a hasty bow as he readjusted his monocle'' "Milady, I sense trouble, eh wot! Wot's th' word?"